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    "Master Your High" Lyrics

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    [Chorus]
    When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
    Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" - Slick Rick
    Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
    Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
    You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
    "Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
    Can't remember a thing no matter how hard you try
    "Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"

    First you start mumbling
    Then you start stumbling
    Then your motor skills start malfunctioning
    Could it be the intake
    Of the chemical that makes your body shake
    All over, so critical
    First one running to the bar
    To get a drink
    First one hanging out the car
    Chunky pink
    Really paralyzed, numb up and sedated
    Moving with that rubber band body when you faded
    Smoke about an ounce of weed
    Drank ten beers, it's just a
    Matter of time before you start getting the fears
    You can't steer? (you can't steer?)
    You can't hear? (you can't hear?)
    You ain't here, you can't steer clear?
    You wanna go home?

    [Chorus]
    When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
    Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" (-Slick Rick, 'Hey
    Young World' (I think))
    Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
    Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
    You took a half of shrooms, you think you gon die?
    "Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
    Can't remember a thing no matter how hard you try
    "Master your high"

    First you smoke indo
    Then some chocolate
    But the gin and juice got you skyrocketing
    Yo, can I get a Long Island?
    Who got the bud?
    Now you wanna lay it down
    In the club
    You supposed to be a thug drinking thug passion
    But you can barely push it to the house
    Without crashing
    Now, you know better
    Than getting that saucy
    Trying to mix tequila
    With kamekaze and bossy (?)
    Fudge brownies
    With ganja butter
    Then you wanna hit the bone?
    Your eyes flutter
    Yo, she had a happy face
    On her ecstacy
    She started touching her private place
    While she standing next to me
    You shoulda had one drink
    Like your girl
    Now you in the bathroom
    Calling Earl
    Oh, now you got the spins,
    The head-twirls
    Underestimate your high
    It rocked your world

    [Chorus]
    When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
    Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" (-Slick Rick, 'Hey
    Young World' (I think))
    Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
    Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
    You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
    "Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
    Can't remember a thing on the acid fry
    "Master your high"

    First you need oxygen
    For circulation
    Then you need agua
    Rejuvination
    Maybe you should eat something
    But nothing spicy
    Maybe try a cold thai
    Nice and icy
    Now you can't leave here
    You can barely open doors
    Maybe take a shower
    Open your pores
    Just try to shake it off
    Have some activity
    Get your shit together
    Then come back to the festivities
    I'm not saying don't get high
    Cuz that's on you
    I'm just saying if you don't get high
    Then what to do?
    See, my friend right here
    Can hold his liquor
    But my friend right here
    Is getting sicker
    So, he started beef with my homie over what?
    Took this fool to the house
    To sober up
    Maybe you should listen up,
    Heed the warning
    Or you gonna wake up sick as fuck
    In the morning

    God DAMN!
    This song was submitted on February 19th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Edwin M. Jr. Hayes, Joey Chavez, Julian Ware.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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